The Rolls Royce arrived directly at a private runway in Korea, where Alia's private jet was waiting. Victor carried her straight onto the plane. No more talk of family; this was now about the pure dominance of the Mafia.
The destination: Russia. As they soared into the sky, Alia opened her laptop to reveal a multi-billion dollar transaction. "The golf course was just a distraction, Victor. The real game is here," she said. Victor realized the brilliance of his Godmother. As they headed back to their throne in Russia, the air was thick with power and ambition.A strange silence filled the private jet. Between the low hum of the engines and the vast blanket of clouds outside, the world felt distant. Victor still held Alia firmly on his lap. Resting her 6'2" frame against his shoulder, Alia continued to monitor the billion-dollar transactions flickering across her laptop screen.Suddenly, Victor tightened his grip around Alia's waist and reached into his jacket pocket. With careful deliberation, he pulled out a small velvet packet.
When Alia saw it, her brow furrowed. Shifting her gaze from the laptop to the small object in Victor's hand, a curious, enchanting smile played on her lips.
Alia: (Whispering) "Victor, what is this? We're heading to Russia... why start this in the middle of such a massive deal?"
Victor dangled the packet before her eyes, a mysterious smirk on his face. The reddish mark from the golf ball was still visible on his nose, but his eyes burned with an intense, intoxicating passion.
Victor: (In a deep, enchanting voice) "Why? You don't understand what this is?"
Alia: "No, I don't. What is the mystery behind this little packet in the middle of our billion-dollar play?"
Victor leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. She could feel his warm breath against her neck.
Victor: "For a Mafia Godmother of your stature, you seem surprisingly illiterate in the language of a simple gift. Once you wear what's inside, you will realize that the entire Romanov empire lies at your feet. This isn't a business deal; it is a unique recognition from me to you."
Alia laughed, playfully trying to snatch the packet from his hand.
Alia: "Fine, let's see what magic is inside this packet that could possibly make a Godmother's head spin!"
Victor pulled the packet just out of her reach.
Victor: "First, tell me are you truly ready? Because once this is opened, there is no turning back, my Mafia Godmother."
Alia: (Looking directly into his eyes) "I am always ready, my Russian Mafia Lord. Show me your surprise!"Alia turned her face away, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Her commanding seemed to shrink slightly in embarrassment. The woman who could close billion-dollar deals with a single click was now completely undone by a few words from Victor.
Alia: (Hiding her face with both hands) "Chee chee! Victor! You are becoming more shameless by the day. What on earth have you written here inside the jet? What if someone saw this!"
Victor was thoroughly enjoying her reaction. He pulled her closer from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around her, and laughed softly near the nape of her neck.
Victor: (In a charming, mischievous tone) "Who is going to see? There is no one else on this jet but us. Besides, I never knew you looked so beautiful when you blushed. Why? Didn't you like what I wrote?"
Alia still didn't turn around. She only managed to mutter under her breath:
Alia: "It's not about liking it or not, I just never thought you could be this... 'shameless.' Put it back in your pocket, quickly!"
Victor gave a light, playful nip to her earlobe before tucking the packet back into his jacket. He knew that before they set foot on Russian soil, keeping Alia slightly off-balance with this "embarrassment" was his best weapon.
Victor: "Fine, stop turning red now. We have entered Russian airspace."
Alia composed herself, trying to regain her stern expression, but a small, shy smile still lingered at the corners of her lips.
Alia: "Just wait until we get to Russia; I'll deal with all your mischief then."
The jet began its descent over the snow-capped mountains of Russia. Below, thousands of armed guards were waiting for their arrival.The moment the jet touched down on the snow-covered runway of Russia, the temperature outside dropped far below freezing. As the cabin door opened, a gust of icy air rushed in. Alia wrapped an expensive fur coat around her tallVictor stood beside her, gazing out at the horizon.
Below, hundreds of black armored vehicles stood in perfect formation. Row after row of armed guards stood with their heads bowed, waiting to welcome their leader. Alia began to descend the stairs, each step radiating elegance and absolute authority.
Victor: (In a low voice) "Welcome to Russia. This city has been waiting for you."
Alia said nothing; she simply gave Victor a meaningful look. The blush from the jet had vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp gravity. As they stepped into their car, the convoy began to tear through the streets of Moscow, sirens wailing.
The common people lining the streets had no idea that inside those bulletproof walls, a new destiny worth billions of dollars was being forged.
Alia: "Victor, give me the packet now. I want to see exactly what you are trying to hide."
Victor pulled the packet from his pocket and placed it in Alia's hand. Just then, the car began to pull through the massive gates of a sprawling palace.Inside the car, a pin-drop silence fell. Aside from the muffled sound of the snow and the steady hum of the tires, the world felt frozen. Alia practically snatched the packet from Victor's hand, her curiosity finally reaching its breaking point.As Alia opened the velvet packet with trembling hands, her eyes locked onto the contents. She froze, her mouth falling open in utter shock. For a moment, words completely failed her.
Inside the packet was something incredibly bold and unexpected—flavored condoms.
Alia sat stunned for several seconds. Even as a formidable woman who never flinched in the face of thousands of enemies, she was now completely caught off guard.
Alia: (Stammering in a mix of intense shock and embarrassment) "Victor! You... you seriously gave me this inside the jet and now in the car? The sheer audacity you have!"
Victor kept a crooked smirk on his lips as he watched her reaction. He leaned in so close that Alia could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing.
Victor: (In a calm yet dangerously deep voice) "Why so surprised? I told you before—once you opened this, there would be no turning back. The billion-dollar deals are finalized; now it's time to enjoy our own private empire."
Alia slammed the packet shut and shoved it deep into her bag. Her entire body felt flushed, as if a fever had suddenly taken hold. She knew Victor was wild, but the fact that he had prepared this kind of 'welcome' before even stepping foot into their Russian palace was beyond her imagination.
Alia: "Just let the car stop. Once we are inside the palace, I will deal with this 'audacity' of yours!"
Victor merely laughed. The car passed through the main gates of the estate, heading toward the grand entrance. He knew that tonight in Russia was going to be much warmer than the freezing temperatures outside.Alia turned her face away, hiding the packet deep in her bag. Her cheeks were still burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
Alia: (In a firm, cold voice) "I won't do this, Victor. Do you think I came all the way from Korea to Russia to tolerate your cheap jokes? We have billion-dollar investments to handle, and this is what you're thinking about!"As the car stopped, Alia didn't wait for Victor to open the door. She stepped out into the freezing Russian airtowering with authority. "I'm staying in my own room tonight. I have no need for your little 'gift'," she declared before marching into the palace.
Victor watched her go, a smirk still playing on his lips. He knew the night was just beginningAlia stood by the window of her grand room, staring at the Moscow snow. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Victor walked in. He stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
Victor: (In a soft, persuasive voice) "My Wife, my Queen... are you still angry with me?"
Alia remained silent, but Victor gently turned her face toward him. He pointed to the red mark on his nose from the golf ball. "Look, you broke my nose, and yet you're the one upset? Is that fair?"
Alia's gaze softened as she looked at his injury. Her anger began to melt away. "I hit you because you were distracting me," she muttered. Victor pulled her into a warm embrace, whispering, "Let's forget the anger and celebrate our victory together."Victor stepped back and pulled the velvet packet out once more. Under the warm glow of the fireplace, he looked Alia straight in the eyes. "So? Are you ready now?" he asked in a deep, intoxicating voice.
Alia looked at the packet, then at his injured nose, and finally back at his intense gaze. She realized there was no escaping his persistence.
Alia: (Sighing, looking down) "You really are a devil, Victor. You know exactly how to corner me."
She quietly took the packet from his hand. Her silence was her acceptance. Victor smiled triumphantly, picked her up in his arms, and carried her toward the bed. "I knew you couldn't say no," he whispered. "Because without me, even your billion-dollar life is incomplete."The warmth of the fireplace clashed with the freezing snow outside as Victor laid Alia down. Her usual stern gaze had softened into a shy, beautiful surrender. Victor leaned in, his fingers tracing her jawline before meeting her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
"Tonight, there are no deals and no enemies," Victor whispered. "Just us."
Alia pulled him closer, her silence speaking louder than any words. In the golden glow of the fire, their shadows merged into one. The world of billions and mafia empires vanished, leaving behind only the raw heat of their connection as the Russian night deepened around them.The flickering light from the fireplace danced across their faces, casting long, intimate shadows against the walls of the Russian palace. Alia felt the world outside dissolve until there was nothing left but the man holding her.
Victor: (In a calm, steady, and deep voice) "Shh... don't drift away. Just look at me. (Look only at me.)"
Alia tried to glance away for a fleeting second, but Victor's hypnotic gaze held her captive. Her breathing grew heavy and shallow, the frantic thrum of her heartbeat echoing clearly in the silence of the room.
Victor: "Slowly... there's no rush. (Slowly... okay?)"
Alia could only manage a soft, muffled sound— "Hmm..."
A triumphant smirk played on the corners of Victor's lips. He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
Victor: "Good girl. Stay just like this."
At those words, Alia's last remaining defenses crumbled like a wall of sand. She reached out, her fingers tightly gripping the collar of Victor's shirt as she pulled him nearer. Every touch from Victor carried an overwhelming sense of possession. In that silent Russian night, within the most private sanctuary of the palace